The magic of love in those early years
So intense, so filled with suspense
What would it be like, that very first kiss
The feeling was so so intense
Just about more than I could bare
The anticipation, the longing to know
What all the older guys were raving about
“Making out” in the back row of the show
Eventually my time did finally arrive
Nearly blew my head off my shoulders
And that was only my very first kiss
What came later made me utterly smoulder
Won't go into detail but holy frigging crap
Sure made my temperature rise
Got all sweaty, totally forgot who I was
Greeted all my friends with high fives
Then I knew what all the fuss was about
Sure haven't forgotten it since
In fact, I consider myself a professional now
Could teach about love I'm convinced
Those fun filled days have long since departed
Only memories are left to remember
But holy cadoodle what a wonderful journey
As I'm nearing my month of December
If you need to be reminded... Please take note:
YOU MATTER...
So don't worry about tomorrow or yesterday. Focus on each moment and know that you are awesome and are important. You are a universe unto yourself... How frigging cool is that...
You Matter
By Michelle Morris
23/04/2020
You matter.
Now.
Today.
Tomorrow and
Yesterday.
Just by
Being YOU -
YES.. YOU..
Just by
Breathing,
Heart beating,
Thinking,
Feeling,
Soul freeing...
You matter.
Soul aching,
Soul on fire,
Filled with
Desire to
Exist and
LIVE.
Striving,
To be
Thriving,
Alive
Being...
Again breathing...
Breaking,
Hurting,
Bleeding,
Succeeding,
Pleading,
Believing,
Thieving,
Craving,
Saving...
It all means
You matter.
In all directions
Of time.
Eternally
Existing.
Being,
Glowing,
Expanding,
Rainbow unicorn,
Universe creating,
Angel making,
God talking,
Now and always...
YOU MATTER.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Bad, worse and worst we grow, oh poor Sierra Leoneans
We seem to know our rights, but honestly we do not;
Instead we misunderstand them:
How can we fight for our rights against one who defends them?
Our situation is escalating to its peak.
We are damn harming ourselves, and not the upright man!
How folly is this thought:
To wander about the street in the name of demonstration?
For I tell you: we are destroying our little development.
If ethics would permit me to speak,
We are not prudent to do such!
And you, Mr. upright man,
You ought to patronage your people
In their impediments and hardship;
And not to add to their problems.
Uniform men, control your frigging weapons!
You were not employed to murder
But to defend and secure.
In all, we are all guilty—
None is exempt!
Let us be mindful about our country's future.
a world of opposites
where all life benefits
tis down to give and take
equilibrium make
all does swing left and right
keeping the balance tight
but then there cometh man
to oust nature he plan
resources he does claim
dominion is his aim
full of self-importance
he corrupts the balance
he ne’er will go without
and drivel does he spout
as he then justifies
with mass of frigging lies
and his politicians
playing at magicians
with magic wand they wave
to make nature behave
arrogance man displays
practising evil ways
a world once in balance
now hardly stands a chance
man now walks the tightrope
and he has little hope
from side to side he sway
and then he start to pray
I never considered,
A change of heart.
I never thought about us,
Being apart.
The first time I ever,
Experienced life.
Was the day,
You made me your wife.
The colors of my world;
Brighter than ever before.
With you, I wasn't just flying,
I could soar.
Every facet of
My life was enriched.
Imagine what happened,
When you flicked the switch.
My soul enhanced,
From your love.
It was not an easy hole,
To crawl out of.
Every single day is a
Frigging struggle.
I'm so messed up,
I can't even hustle.
Confined to a wheel-chair;
I sank pretty low.
You could say I have,
Let myself go.
Life has no color,
It's cold and gray.
This is how it is,
Since you went away.
I will never be OK,
Ever again.
I can't live in the now,
Because of then.
Turbo1904?
I have decided to be more Christian
less anything else.
A tiny Jesus-voice,
or a bug inside my head has said:
'enough is frigging enough.'
Since Christians are derided, abused,
and killed without even a headline.
Since I am not 'saved' and don’t need to be,
since I will always stand for the
guy with the sweaty shirt collar,
the woman who has faith in her womb,
the dog under the fat man’s table
the individual not the rabble.
I have decided to join a church.
I am not going, just joining
no one needs to know,
it will be just my little chapel for one
and no one else.
And if some intellectual buffoon
with a simplistic degree in applied logic
derides my secret belief,
I will enlighten that pitiful person
with a curse horrid enough
to make the very devils-own blush.
A pensioner's long walk today,
Yes, the mailman's been, no yah!
What bills did arrive this way?
Postman, postman, stay away,
I am putting up a sign,
"BAN THE BILLS!" about frigging time!
if all bill payers went on strike,
Bills would go down, not upwards hike!
Yes, it's that dreaded long walk again,
Should I throw the bills down the drain?
A gutter too far, or in the bin?
Bringing us bills is the postman's great sin,
Can't afford that, can't afford that,
"I'll shoot you, postman, now don't come back!'
is shooting postmen a capital offence?
"BAN THE BILLS!" on everyone's fence!
Stupid frigging
TV woman.
Searching for me,
I’m here dumb ass,
stood right in front of you.
Can’t you see?
You don’t get it!
I’m a spirit,
get with it,
not from your world.
Cameras not gonna
catch me.
Oooh…
you got an orb.
It’s dust you
****!
You don’t need
to keep searching
and digging holes.
There is no doubt,
we are gonna meet…
But on my side
of the camera.
You won’t need
a lens.
Just time.......
Wait.
It’s a
dead
end.
Told you so.
Hi,
how you doing?
Dead in the center of her heart I found a minotaur.
Of all things a frigging minotaur.
I stood puzzled as we locked eyes.
When I stumbled upon him he was sleep with today's newspaper drenched across his lap.
He bounced up in full guard.
Me being me I asked him for simple directions.
Telling him that I thought I was lost.
I planned on seeing heart shapes maybe a butterfly or two.
A big bunny shape thing or two but you, just wow.
He grinned slightly and said yeah that's the first time I've heard that one.
One step further, I added.
I take it from the amount of drool on the side of your lip you've been sleep for quite a while.
Now I don't mean to intrude on your guarding the labyrinth thing but,
How about you let me bum a smoke and we'll talk about it at the nearest dinner.
After all who can be mad over breakfast
I am Bulgarian,
but wait, I am not proud at all.
Your voice is never heard in here
because ignoring is our law.
Gypsies, addicts and psychopats
walk aroung each day.
Eternal Halloween hangs over us,
how would I want to stay?
You could be stabbed for 50 bucks
while walking down the street.
The villain will be briefly detained
then free again to terrorize and cheat.
If you happen to be dying
I'm sorry, you're screwed, my mate -
The ambulance will come for sure,
but often a little too late.
Our rulers are filthy coward rats
who live at our expense.
We suffer and wonder every day
how their acts make no frigging sense.
Am I making a bad reclame?
Well, I don't really care.
If a miracle happens and things get better,
I'll be more than happy to share.
Our people leave one by one
and nothing changes as days go by.
I am Bulgarian and I am puzzled -
should I laugh or cry?
PS: I may be rebelling, but this doesn't mean I hate my country. It is a beautiful land and everyone is welcome here. Peace, ***
Chemical Fire
Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke,
your fire gives me toasted tiktox and crisps me up nicely.
Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it’s all ballistic.
The money shot is when the boss’s office goes up like a frigging rocket.
He was sat at his desk and went to the moon.
Chemical Ali won’t be coming back anytime soon.
Question is where is his ten million dollar profit?
Was it hidden in an empty oil drum on a pallet of dangerous chemicals?
All the factory is ablaze, three workers died and two were injured.
They should have got blood money for working there,
no risk to life was greater and no boss more meaner.
As flames reach a hundred feet and smoke a mile in the sky,
hindsight is way too late.
Sixteen years he’s graced this Earth,
many challenges, but also mirth,
so frigging smart, like off the charts,
I know he’ll capture many hearts,
but troubled still, with many pains,
hope he’ll shed those invisible chains,
and march out into this great world,
band a-playing and flags unfurled,
ready to take his place in line,
I love this eldest child of mine.
They kept acting like a bunch of ancient idiots...
Screaming unto their, daemons see we told you so ?
Juicy Lucy, slithering past some fallon marker: checking
Their numbers basically they haven't got a frigging clue just
Spiraling through time a continuum in his or her disarray bleeding.
It's four o'clock in the morning
It's still pitch black outside
And the cute little male robin
Is serenading his bride!
It's really cute and sweet and stuff
But if I only had a gun
I'd blast that frigging robin
Right off to kingdom come!
Doesn't this sweet young birdie know
I'm not finished my beauty sleep
Sure like to wring his scrawny neck
So he couldn't let out a peep!
At risk of sounding a wee bit cruel
I'll bake up some robin pie
Garnished with a swallow's beaks
And feathers piled on high!
There should be a law to allow us
To end their sweet serenade
To permit us to cook them in a stew
After letting them marinate!
© Jack Ellison 2013
My boss asked me how old I was today.
When I told him I was 60 he said, "No Way!"
"Tomorrow I'm putting you on a lighter work detail," to me he told.
"I had no idea that you were so frigging old."
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